A/N: ok. Here's chapter 2 of Eternal Love. I had fun writing this. Thank you to all who reviewed chapter 1. Hope you enjoy this chapter like you did with chapter 1. Enjoy.

Italics indicate thoughts.

Esme's POV

I wasn't sure exactly what was happening at this moment. I couldn't even remember what happened to me-one minute I was climbing down the huge oak tree and the next everything went dark. A severe pain shot up through my leg and I cringed. It hurt so much. Then everything started to come back. I now remembered that the branch broke underneath me and I fell to the ground and broke my leg.

I realized now that I was moving. I slowly opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the ceiling of the car that my family owned. Looking out the small window, I observed that the while fluffy clouds in the now gray sky were moving. I groaned as I tried to sit up in the backseat. The noise from the brown leather seat got the attention of my mother.

"Esme, honey, you're finally awake," my mother said.

"Yes, mama, but my leg really hurts so bad," I replied. I was actually on the verge of crying right about now. I could feel tears flowing in my eyes as if they had no idea they were to go. Suddenly, I felt the tears finally roll down my cheeks when the pain from the broken bone in my leg became unbearable. I couldn't take it anymore. I just wanted the pain to stop completely to the point where it was numb, and I couldn't feel a thing.

"I'm sorry, honey," my mother replied back. I started to sob until it had become uncontrollable.

"Shhh, it's going to be ok," I heard my mother say; "We're almost at the hospital. You're just going to have to be patient."

We're almost at the hospital? Why would we be going to the hospital? Normally, my parents take me to see Dr. Adams if I was sick or hurt. I really didn't know what was going on, but I knew that I had to find out.

"Mama, why are we going to the hospital? You and father normally take me to Dr. Adams," I said.

"Normally, we would take you to Dr. Adams. However, Dr. Adams is away at the moment and the hospital in Columbus is the next best thing," my mother replied back to me.

I had laid back down on the seat and stayed quiet. I noticed that my father hadn't said one word to me. Whatever my punishment was, it was going to be given to me later. I wasn't so sure if my father was going to say something or not. The only thing that I was certain of was the fact that my father was angry with me. I just hoped that he wasn't too angry with me.

The car had finally stopped moving when we arrived at the hospital. Before any of my parents opened their doors, my father spoke for the first time.

"Esme, what the hell were you thinking? How many times have your mother and I told you not to climb that tree? You disobeyed us and climbed that tree anyway. And what happened? You fell, broke your leg, and nearly scared your mother and I to death!"

As he began to finish his little speech, I heard my father opening his door. The creaking sound of the door hinges was loud enough that there was no way that I would have to be deaf to have missed it.

"I'm sorry, fath-" I began to say.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it, Esme," my father interrupted me.

When he finished, my father exited the car. He slammed the door with such force that it caused the whole car to rattle. I let out a small sob as my eyes began to fill with tears again. I began to cry as I became more emotional.

"Shhh, it's ok honey," my mother said to try and make me stop crying. "Your father is just very upset with you."

"I'm sorry, mother," I said as my sobbing started to slow down.

"I know, sweetheart, I know," my mother replied back.

All of a sudden, the metal door creaked open as my father tried to gently carry me bridal style in the hospital. I heard my mother open her door, got out, and the door shut closed. My parents walked almost simultaneously. As my father carried me, pain kept shooting up my leg making me wince. The first ting I noticed looking around was the large sign in the front yard. The sign said Columbus General. After looking at the sign, I glanced at the building.

This is a hospital? It's an awfully small to even be considered to be a hospital, especially here in Columbus. Aren't hospitals supposed to be huge?

My mother opened the one of the big white doors and stepped aside to allow my father to carry me inside. The inside of the hospital was nothing that I expected. The walls were white. A large wooden front desk was located to the right side of the doors. A nurse was sitting down-I couldn't tell exactly what she was doing, but it looked like she was writing something.

Looking around the area, I saw several hallways going in different directions-one hallway went straight ahead of me while the other 2 went to the east and west parts of the hospital. Nurses, orderlies, and doctors were walking about. Some were deep conversations with other people in uniform. To the left of the doors was a small corner that contained lots of chairs. I figured that it was a waiting area. Some of the doctors were talking to people sitting in the chairs.

I saw my mother go up to the front desk. The conversation she had with the nurse was relatively short. The nurse mumbled something and then gave my mother clipboard and a pencil. I saw my mother fill out the clipboard. As my father and I waited for my mother to finish writing, I wondered why my father wouldn't go and sit down in one of the chairs. I was about to ask him to go and sit down, but I immediately decided against it. If my father had yelled at me before, he just might do it again. I didn't want my father to cause a scene and embarrass and humiliate me all at once.

After a few more moments, my mother gave the clipboard back to the nurse behind the desk. After that, the nurse walked around the wooden desk and motioned my mother, who motioned my father to follow the nurse. My father carried me down the hallway straight in front of me. The noise from the lobby started to lessen until it became quiet. The hallway was long because it seemed that my father carried me for a long time when in reality it was only for several minutes.

Before I knew it, the nurse led my parents into a small room. The walls were white. A high table was against the wall. A couple chairs were in a corner facing the table away from the door. The nurse spoke at last.

"You can put your daughter on the table Mr. Platt," the nurse said. "A doctor should be with you shortly." With that, the nurse left the small room and closed the door.

My father gently laid me flat on the table as gently as he possibly could. Then both my parents sat in the chairs waiting patiently for the doctor to arrive. Not long after, the door opened again and what I saw next left me both speechless and breathless.

The doctor was amazingly handsome. His face and hands were pale. He wore a light blue collared shirt with a lighter blue tie and black pants with a black belt and a white lab coat was on top of his casual clothing underneath (1). A small pocket near his left shoulder contained a couple of pens. There were also two other large pockets near his waistline-one on each side of the coat. The doctor had blonde hair and was slicked back as if he kept running his fingers through his hair (2).

"Hello. I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen," he said as he introduced himself to my parents. I noticed that my mother was blushing a little at the doctor's beauty. His voice was nothing that I had ever heard before. It was very musical while still maintaining a sense of calmness and was very genuine and sincere.

Dr. Cullen turned his attention over to me and I felt my heart skip a beat. His eyes were a magnificent golden color that I had never seen before this moment. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that there were dark circles under his eyes as if he was tired. He was also very young looking. There was no way that he was older than thirty if I wasn't mistaken.

His eyes are the most beautiful that I've ever laid my eyes on. He looks so…cute and handsome. He's definitely the most beautiful person that I've seen. I wonder if he's some angel sent from Heaven. I would love to be with him, but he's probably to old, despite how young looking he is, for me. Plus, he's very tall, a little over six feet, compared to me-five foot six. Oh how I wish-

I was brought out of my thoughts as he reached the table. I tried not to look at his face since I might end up of staring. I did, however, feel my face flush scarlet as he stood in near proximity from me.

"Hello there, Esme, I'm Dr. Cullen, but you can feel free to call me Carlisle if you like." He said to me. At that moment I could feel my face getting redder than before if that was even possible.

His first name is Carlisle? Isn't Carlisle an English name?

It was evident that Dr. Cull-I mean Carlisle- had noticed my blush because he let out a small chuckle that made me blush even more still.

"Hi," was all that I had managed to say slightly embarrassed.

"I hear that you broke your leg," Carlisle said. "May I ask how this came to be?"

"I was climbing down the oak tree in the front yard. As I put my foot on the branch just below me, the branch broke under my weight. I fell down to the ground and that is how I broke my leg. The next thing I know, I was in excruciating pain." I replied.

"Doesn't sound like you enjoyed the pain," Carlisle said back to me.

"No, I didn't." I responded.

"Well, I'm going to have to take a look at your leg. I'll need to push your skirt up to get a better view. Ok?" Carlisle told me.

As he was talking, I distinctly heard the door to the room open again and in walked a nurse several inches taller than me. She had light red hair tied back in a ponytail. The nurse also had a clipboard in her arms. I noted that when she walked fully into the room, she had spotted Carlisle. Right away, her face had a light pinkish blush on her cheeks and seemed to be frozen on the spot.

I focused my attention back to Carlisle and nodded to him that I understood what he was about to do. The nurse finally got the courage to walk to toward where Carlisle was so she can assist him in assessing my leg.

When Carlisle pushed my skirt as gentle as he could, his fingers brushed up on my leg, and I gasped out loud. His fingers were ice cold. He immediately reacted to my reaction as he continued to push up my skirt.

"I'm so sorry," he said. "I'm trying my very best to be very careful with your injury."

I knew that he was so sincere and genuine about what he just said. It made me blush profusely again. Carlisle examined my leg with caution as he talked to the nurse though I couldn't hear exactly what he was saying. The nurse wrote whatever he said down onto the clipboard.

All the while the examination was taking place, I looked back at my parents for the first time since Carlisle had walked into the room. My mother still had a pinkish tinge on her face, but she kept her small hands in her lap. My father didn't look to happy at the way my mother's attention of focused on the doctor since the moment Carlisle walked in. I looked closer into his eyes revealed a sense of jealously as if mother was going to leave him for Carlisle. A few minutes had passed by when Carlisle had finished his examination.

"Ok, I finished the examination and it turns out that the swelling isn't too bad and everything else is fine. I'll need to X-ray your leg and then we can put a cast on," Carlisle explained.

He saw him reach up to the ceiling in the room. I followed his gaze upward to a machine that Carlisle had his hand on, and he brought the machine down. The top of the machine was round like a circle. Actually, now that it was lowered some more, I saw that the top was an oval shape. There was a tube coming off from the bottom of the oval that was, at least eight inches in diameter. A lens covered the bottom of the tube. The whole machine was gray and made of aluminum.

Haha! This is an X-ray machine? This is what an X-ray machine looks like? I thought that it was very funny-looking X-ray machine.

The nurse left the room just as Carlisle flicked a little switch on the side of the machine. As soon as he flicked the switch, a low buzzing noise could be heard. As Carlisle moved the machine up my leg from where it was swollen, a snapshot noise was heard as the machine took a picture of my leg.

When it was over, the nurse came back in the room with 4 X-ray photographs. Carlisle took the photographs and put them up to light in order to see the picture. After glancing at the photographs, Carlisle spoke to me again.

"It looks like you broke your tibia. I'm going to go and get you your cast. Afterwards, we'll be done and then you can go back home." With that said, Carlisle and the nurse both headed to the door at the same time. When they got to the door, Carlisle opened it and motioned the nurse to exit the room first, with him following right behind her. The nurse blushed at his gesture.

Wow…not only is he kind and caring, he's also a gentleman. I like that. In fact, I think I like Dr. C-Carlisle very much. He's also very sincere and honest-he's just like what a husband should be and then some. As a matter of fact, Carlisle would make a very good husband for me. However, he's probably too old for me. I wonder if he's married. No, he can't be because I didn't notice a ring, but that doesn't mean that he's single. For all I know, he could be dating someone like that nurse or someone else for that matter. I can go home after my cast is on? No, I don't want to leave.

Several minutes later, Carlisle and the nurse came back with a cast bringing me out of my thoughts. Carlisle immediately came over to me.

Before they put on the cast, though, Carlisle began to talk.

"Alright, I'm going to put your bone back in place that way the bone can heal properly. This may hurt." I nodded again and Carlisle had touched my leg where the swelling was, and I winced a little bit from the pain. All of a sudden, a sharp pain shot up as Carlisle put the bone back in place where it should be. I immediately let out a little scream.

"I'm so sorry," Carlisle said. I could tell that he meant it. After that, they began to put the cast on. Putting on the cast didn't take very long-maybe a couple minutes at the most.

"Here, let me help you," Carlisle said to me as he grabbed me around the shoulders. I clutched him around his neck as he lifted me gently and turned me around so my back was against the wall and my feet were dangling off the edge of the table that way they could put the cast on easier. I felt myself blush yet again as I put my arms around his neck. I felt like I was in Heaven and never wanted to leave as I was in Carlisle's arms. The nurse took off my right shoe and sock and gave them to my mother to hold on to.

After that, the nurse went opened the door, and I saw her reach for something outside the door in the hallway. When she came back in, I saw her carrying a pair of crutches. She made her way over to me. She handed me my crutches just as my parents stood up, waiting for me by the door. As I finally assured myself that I had a firm hold of my crutches I stood up holding my right leg, bent at the knee, up.

"Before you leave, you should know that you'll be in that cast for the next six weeks. In six weeks, come back and we'll examine to see if your leg is healed properly. Then, we'll see what happens from then. Also, you better have several cushions under the cast so your leg is properly elevated enough to heal." Carlisle explained to my parents and myself.

"Thank you Dr. Cullen, for everything," my mother said.

"Your welcome. It was a pleasure meeting you all, especially you, Esme" Carlisle said, a small smile forming on his face.

"It was a pleasure meeting you as well, Carlisle," I replied back, giving him a small smile back. My parents and I left the small room, exiting the hospital, and made our way to the car to head back home.

I wondered if I would ever meet someone like Carlisle in the near future.

(1)This is what Carlisle wore in the Twilight movie when he went to check to make sure Bella was alright after almost being run over in the school parking lot.

(2) Also from the Twilight movie.

A/N: Yay! I'm finally done with this chapter sooner than I expected since I wrote most of it in one night. By the time I finished, I had a full eight pages just on this chapter alone. Chapter 3 should be up soon and it'll be Carlisle's POV next.